His Little Butterfly : by © Hamilton Joyce    MMf   rape.


'I'm going to bed Dad.'

'Early, Tina?'

'I'm tired, Dad.'

'Well sleep tight, My Little Butterfly. I'm playing poker online. I'll be late I 
reckon. Sleep tight.' She offered her cheek for the usual goodnight peck. 
Charley McGrath returned to his computer. Since his wife had left him nearly a 
year ago he'd found consolation in cybersex, though he always pretended to his 
daughter he was just gambling, 'low stakes.' As the months passed he was 
getting more and more obsessed, spending most of his free hours surfing, and 
finding more and more interesting contacts and places to go. 

Tina knew he would be at his PC until the early hours of the morning!

And Tina did not go to bed. Instead she had a quick shower and sorted out her 
sexiest gear: her new pastel blue trainer bra and thong, her skimpy white, tight 
top, and a micro mini: her nicest white court shoes. It would have been nice to 
leave her bra off, but that would be a bit obvious. It was their first date, and she 
would let him touch her breasts, but she mustn't seem too easy! She would 
have liked to wear stockings, but it was still too warm for that. The girls said 
that boys loved to feel that soft bit above the stocking tops. Tracy said it sends 
them wild. Oh well, never mind.

An afterthought, she clasped her new necklace round her neck, slipping it 
under her blonde shoulder-length hair. Daddy had given it to her for her twelfth 
birthday last week. It had a little gold butterfly on it. His name for her, 'my 
little butterfly'. She slipped the matching gold bangle over her wrist. It had the 
same image engraved on it, and had been her eleventh birthday present.

She checked her mobile. There was nothing since the text messages that 
Saturday morning, asking her for a date in the evening. Thomas had walked her 
home from school Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons. He was two 
years older than her, and an athlete as well as being very handsome. She 
thought he looked so sexy with his wavy black hair and his broad shoulders 
and tiny bum.  He seemed a bit shy, which was nice. He had texted her each 
morning saying how much he liked her, how pretty she was, and all that. And 
she had reciprocated. 

For three nights she had masturbated imagining him kissing and caressing her. 
It was nicer than her usual fantasies of Hugh Grant. Sometimes she fantasised 
about a make-believe guy who was a sort of mix of Mr Busby the science 
teacher and her own Daddy, which worked quicker than Hugh Grant. But 
Thomas was even nicer!

She looked again at the last two text messages. The one asking her for a date. 
And the next, after she had replied, saying they'd meet just outside the gates of 
the school sports field.

She knew her Dad would never agree. So she would just sneak out, leaving a 
pillow in her bed in case he looked in before he went to sleep.

She was excited. She'd never had a date before, and Thomas was very 
handsome, as well as it would make her the envy of all the girls when she 
allowed the fact to 'slip out by accident.' She knew he would kiss her. That's 
why he wanted to meet in the playing field!  She hoped he would feel her 
breasts, and wondered if he would want to caress her 'down there'. She decided 
that if he did she would feel him too. 

She used the lipstick and some perfume her mother had left behind when she 
ran away with the waiter man. She looked in the mirror, and liked what she 
saw. Slipping her house key into a little bag, she let herself out silently.

Round the corner, out of her street, she checked her phone. No message. So she 
texted Thomas. 'I'm on my way. Be there in 10.'

The reply was instant. 'I'm here already, Tina. You'll see a white transit van 
about 50 yards into the field by the side gate. It's been there all evening. I'm by 
that, xxxx'.

It was dark, no moon. The street lights ran out near the back of the playing 
fields. The school had no lights at all: everyone had gone home for the 
weekend. It was still and completely silent. An urban fox startled her, running a 
foot or two in front. She was nervous, but it would be all right with Thomas. 
She knew he was there so they could kiss and cuddle with no-one interrupting. 
She felt her body waking up 'down there' with a tingling feeling. She would 
have liked to touch herself, but not here! She walked quicker, feeling her tight 
little thong rubbing nicely against her aroused clitoris.

At the gate, it was black as midnight, and absolutely still. They were about half 
a mile from the housing estate here, and at least a hundred yards from the road. 
The school was silent. She had been petrified, creeping along the un-made and 
rutted track. Thank goodness it wasn't muddy today! She would have liked to 
run, but had to be careful not to stumble in her new shoes. Why hadn't he met 
her at the main gate? Why here, at the side? And there was no sign of him.

She texted. 'I'm here. I can't see you.'

'Can you see a white van? I'm there.'

She peered. There was a shape. And it was a van. She ran over the grass, so 
relieved.

'Thomas?'

She was seized from behind, a hand over her mouth. She struggled and bit it. 
She tried to cry out, but the hand stayed firm over her face.

'Fuck! The bitch bit me!'

'Show her the knife.' A torch was shone in her face, lighting her, but 
momentarily blinding her. The hand was still over her mouth, but now she saw 
a shiny blade, pointed in front of her face. She felt a prick on her throat. A third 
hand  was over her left breast now, gripping it hard, painfully. Then a hand was 
up under her skirt, gripping her thigh.

'Shut up. No noise. Or I'll slit your throat.' She froze. 'That's better!'

She was lifted roughly, clumsily off the ground. The hand on her breast hurt 
her as it took her weight. The hand up her skirt slipped, and was holding her by 
her crotch. Someone had opened the van doors. She was lifted higher and 
thrown in, landing on her back. The floor was soft, like a mattress.

'Let's see what we've caught.' She heard the doors shut, and then there was a 
dim light from the corner of the scruffy van. The man with the knife was tall 
and stocky and had long, lank yellow hair. He had stubble on his face. His blue 
denim jeans and sweatshirt looked greasy. The other man was smaller, short, 
slender, better dressed in shirt and tie and looked cleaner. He was clean-shaven 
and had a small moustache. If anything he looked even nastier than the giant 
man. 'Wowee, lookee this. What a catch! She's a looker all right!'

The two men stood over her as she lay on a grubby, sprung mattress. They 
were too close, menacing, and gloating over her. She was too scared even to 
weep.

A camera flash went off.

The smaller man held the knife now, and a camera, while the giant knelt beside 
her. 'Let's have a clearer look!' She found her tongue as he pulled her top out 
of her skirt waist. 'Please don't! Where's Thomas? Let me go.' The monster 
took no notice and pulled her top up over her head. It caught on her necklace a 
moment, but then she lay there in her bra. He stroked her satin-y bra a moment 
and she felt her nipples harden involuntarily. Then he pulled at it. It had an 
easy clasp, and was soon off. 'Now that's very nice, darling. Look at that, 
Jonas. Did you ever see a nicer pair of teen tits. I love them small and round 
like that, puffy teeny nipples. Firm, too. Firm, round, teenage tits. Lovely!' He 
was squeezing and pressing them, almost to the point of pain.

'You're an old lecher, Murdo.'

The man called Murdo had taken his t-shirt off and was undoing the belt on his 
jeans.
 
'Aren't I just? You can scream if you like, darling. No-one can hear you once 
you're in here.'

Another camera flash.

'Very tasty, you dirty old man.' He watched as his partner, naked now, 
squeezed, palmed, fingered those pubescent mounds, rounded and white with 
their rosy tips. 'Let's see the rest. Strip her.'

'No! Please! Please! What have you done with Thomas?'

The two laughed. It had been a stroke of good fortune Jonas finding the mobile 
on that bus. It must have slipped out of the boy-friend's pocket. They had read 
the stored messages, and realised they could get this young girl to come to 
them, avoiding the hassle and risk of having to hunt round some town or other 
for their fun, which is what usually happened. They always reckoned it was the 
risky bit, cruising around and being seen in their van, before finding some 'teen 
meat' to capture and rape. And some Saturdays they would go all evening 
before finding a suitable victim. And sometimes they had to settle for an ugly 
little bit, or even for a boy (which suited Jonas, but not so much Murdo). And 
just occasionally they drew a complete blank.  All it needed was a couple of 
text messages Saturday morning and she was hooked!

Her skirt had a Velcro fixing and was simple to remove.  It just tore into a strip 
of thin denim, which was thrown into the corner with her top and bra. One shoe 
had come off when she had been thrown into the van.

'Lovely flat belly. Put your hand down her panties, Murdo, and I'll take a pic 
of you groping her.'

His hairy paw slipped inside the waistband, and made a bulge at her crotch as 
he felt her. 'Dry, Jonas. Dry. But a very nice little fuzz here at the top. His hand 
was grasping the whole of her cunt, his finger between her dry cunt-lips.'

He pulled the pastel blue thong down and it joined the rest of her clothes, flung 
in the corner.  The other shoe, too, and she was naked except for her white 
cotton socks. 

Jonas was undressing now. He stood over her, his cock hard. It looked arrogant 
and male, jutting out like that from a bush of black hair.  Murdo's cock was 
frightening to her. It must have been twice as big as his companion's, angry 
and red, with great veins running down it, like some creeper in the jungle, she 
thought. His pubes and belly were covered with flaming ginger hair. Like some 
horrible ape, she thought.

'Now ain't that sweet. Look at that. What a pretty little cunt. Just a little blonde 
hair here.' He ran his hand down her belly to the fringe of blonde fluffy hair. 
'None here at all.' His hand now was on her naked cunt-lips, smoothing them 
and then pulling them apart. 'None here, of course.' He reached under her, and 
his finger inspected her arsehole.

Roughly, he pulled her legs apart, and was between them. She felt the stubble 
of his chin on the tender flesh of her thighs. Then his mouth was on her cunt. 
She had never even heard of such a thing. What was he doing?

'Please, no. What ..?'

Murdo and Jonas were serial rapists, but Murdo in particular took a pleasure in 
adding the humiliation of making his victims enjoy it. He was sucking, licking, 
nibbling at her clit. Despite herself, she began to feel pleasure. Her body was 
betraying her. She could not stop enjoying it.  There was another camera flash, 
and then she felt Jonas' lips on her nipple, slobbering and sucking at her breast. 
His moustache added to the sensation. It was as if an invisible cord connected 
her nipples to her clit, a hidden pathway of pleasure. Jonas felt her nipples 
harden again under his tongue like two hazel nuts.

The tongue worked at her, sometimes slipping into her vagina, but mostly 
weaving a figure of eight around her clit. She couldn't help it. She was going to 
come. Silent, but with panting breasts, and little heaves of her belly she came. 
A camera flash caught her passion, and the picture would later show her 
holding Murdo's lank-haired head as she came, pressing it onto her eager 
clitoris. Didn't look like an assault, at least in the resulting pic!

'She's yours, Jonas. Nice and juicy for you.'

She was lucky it was Jonas who would take her virginity. The Saturday before, 
in a Northern town, it had been Murdo, and the little Asian girl had certainly 
not enjoyed it! They always took it in turns. This was Jonas' week.

He replaced Murdo between the girl's legs, but it was his cock closest to her 
cunt, not his lips.  

'Hold on a minute. Yes like that. Open her with your thumb and finger, and 
just rest the knob in her crack. Yes! That's it.' The camera flashed. 'You a 
virgin, darling?'

'Yes. I never .. Please. Please don't …'

'You're lucky. Jonas here has popped a lot of cherries. Knows what he's doing, 
does Jonas. You hear that, Jonas, another cherry for you.  Now let me get back 
while you take her. Get the whole pic.'

'Nooooo!'

How often in the history of man has that virgin cry been heard? So futile when 
the cock is actually penetrating!  Holding her shoulders down, he was pushing; 
his cock had entered perhaps an inch. The camera flashed.

'She's tight, Murdo. Juicy but tight.  Ah! There it goes.'  His cock slipped 
further in, till his belly rested on hers. Another flash.

The scream was of pain. Another 'cherry popped'.

'Yell as much as you want. There's no-one within half a mile. And if anyone 
hears they'll just think its kids mucking about. You and your Tom perhaps? 
They'll just think he's stuck his finger up you, little darling.'

Murdo had laid the camera down and was kneeling beside the couple, reaching 
to feel her tits. 'Hey they're good, Jonas. Firm, and look at those nips. Ever see 
nicer rosy virgin nips?' As his partner in crime fucked her, he sucked and 
licked those nipples, squeezing and caressing the breasts he had so admired.

Her humiliation was complete now. The pain had gone, and was being replaced 
by a tremendous feeling of pleasure. This was like her nightly orgasms as she 
played with her clit in her lonely bed, but so much more intense. He rode up an 
inch or so higher on her, and now his cock was raking its length down her clit 
with every down-thrust, and the pleasure just grew and grew. Her nipples, she 
knew, were swollen with lust as the other sucked them. She knew she was 
going to come, and she could not stop herself. With a little cry she announced 
her orgasm. Jonas had been waiting for this. Murdo did not give a toss really, 
but Jonas took a pride in making his victims come: he felt he had possession of 
their souls as well as their bodies if they surrendered totally to him. So, as she 
came, so he pumped his spunk into her, emptying his balls into that tight, juicy 
cunt.
                                    ………………………………………..

They made her lay on her belly afterwards, her face buried in the smelly 
mattress. She heard the fizz of a couple of beer cans open, and smelled their 
cigarette smoke. Sometimes hands would feel her arse or her shoulders, smooth 
her hair, or reach down into the secret places of her arsehole or her cunt. They 
talked about cars and football, as if she was of no consequence, not even there.

Then it started again.

'Hey I'm hard again, Murdo.'

'Me too, Jonas. Kneel, darling.' 

And again she had the humiliation of feeling pleasure as she was raped. Murdo 
was much bigger than his companion, and as he forced his cock into her from 
behind she felt him stretching and filling her cunt. But there was no pain. She 
felt his hairy thighs rest on her buttocks and she knew he must be completely 
embedded, every gross inch of him. 

Jonas had been fiddling with the camera, which was now on a stand in the 
corner of the van. It flashed automatically as he approached the kneeling 
couple. It would flash intermittently through the next ten minutes of her ordeal.

Jonas grasped her head roughly, his hands slipping a moment in her fine hair. 
Then his knob was in her face. 'Open your mouth, Tina.' She kept it closed. 
There was a swishing sound and a sudden pain across her buttock. She knew 
immediately that Murdo, fucking her from behind, had whipped her with his 
leather belt.

'He said open your mouth, little darling.' Another swish and again that pain. 
She found she did not mind the pain, which was masked by the forbidden 
pleasure she was feeling in her clit and cunt. But she opened her mouth, and the 
knob slid between her lips. She could smell and taste herself on it from when it 
had fucked her.

Murdo was taking his time, savouring the moment, fucking her slowly with 
long thrusts of his cock. She felt she just had to, and she reached under with her 
right hand and felt for her clit. It was hard, and demanding, and she just had to 
rub it, and pull it. She could feel the cock going in and out, and found she could 
touch it too. Murdo groaned in pleasure. The camera flashed. He fucked her 
harder, faster. Her fingers tore at her clit. She had almost forgotten the cock 
fucking her mouth. She was coming. She panted. The cock went faster still. 
She came. Murdo slowed down to his former steady pace.

Now she was aware of the cock in her mouth, and found to her shame it had 
increased her pleasure, especially as Jonas had been feeling her tits, stroking, 
kneading, caressing. She held his hips as he fucked her in the mouth, her 
fingers sinking into his flesh.

'I'm gonna cum, Murdo. God she's a good one!'

Murdo quickened his pace again, and she felt his thighs crashing into her arse. 
Her excitement was increasing again. Each thrust from behind her moved her 
forward, increasing the penetration of the cock into her throat. Suddenly, 
without warning, her mouth was filled with silky cum. She gagged, swallowed, 
swallowed again. And she was coming too. She knew Murdo was squirting his 
cum into her, and she was coming. Filled with cock and cum at both ends she 
was coming. She grasped Jonas by the hips to support herself, and his cock was 
deep in her throat, so her nose rested on his belly. One final thrust from Murdo 
and it was over.

'You got a gift for that, little darling.'

'You shouldn't have.'

'You loved it. Show her the pics, Jonas.'

Each photograph was worse that the one before. Her degradation and 
humiliation was complete.

'Don't even think of telling anyone, darling. If you do, these pics go to 
everyone in your class.'

'Oh no. Please don't.' 

                                  …………………………………………..

She had dressed, and the van had roared away leaving her alone in the field 
again.  She knew she would not tell anyone. Perhaps if her body had not let her 
down she would. But now she could not. And she knew her body, once it had 
tasted that pleasure, would want more. 

                                   ………………………………………………

It was Friday evening and Charley McGrath had decided to treat himself to 
some cybersex: no need to get up in the morning.

His Butterfly was tucked up in bed. He'd given her the usual goodnight peck 
on the cheek, but she had placed her arms round his neck and given him a kiss 
on the lips. 'I love you Daddy.' They had become closer since his wife had left 
him, and he had noticed she had been closer still, almost desperate, almost 
passionate, in the last few days. Missing her Mummy he supposed.

Anyway, he had showered, and was sitting in front of his PC in his dressing 
gown. He logged into his favourite site, a user group. His eyes ran down the 
postings. There was one from "Rude Dude": these were always good. He 
opened the Zip file and there were twenty jpgs.  The Dude had excelled himself 
this time. She was very pretty. Though all their faces had been blurred, 
pixilated, you could see she was very young, with long slender legs, lovely 
little tits, and long blonde hair. It had started as a rape, that was clear, but she 
had finished by enjoying it. He worked through the pictures, and could see she 
had come three times, once when the blonde guy was sucking her, once when 
the little dark guy was fucking her, and again when she was being spit-roasted. 
You could see how she was loving that by the way she grasped the guy's hips 
as he rammed his cock into her mouth. Her fingers sank into his lean flesh as 
she pulled him onto her. He went back to the images of her being sucked, at the 
start of the set. You could see the passion in her eyes, and in the way her 
fingers clutched at his blonde hair, pulling him tight into her crotch. And this 
one in the middle, when she was being spit-roasted: that little hand was rubbing 
and tweaking her clit as the cock reamed her in and out. You could see her tiny 
hand and the cock quite clearly in the same shot. She was so young, just a little 
fuzz of ash-blonde curls on her mound, and none on her lips.

He zoomed in on that image, and something caught his eye. He zoomed in a bit 
more, and his heart nearly stopped. That bracelet! There couldn't be another 
like it, surely? He had designed it himself, and the jeweller had hand-made it. 
He recycled back to the picture of her being fucked , right at the start. As she 
lay there you could see a gold necklace. He zoomed in. Again! His birthday 
present. It was his Tina. Was this why she had seemed so loving, so clinging 
this week?

He smiled. He renamed the downloaded file 'Butterfly', encrypted it, and 
logged out. He let the dressing gown slip from his shoulders and made his way 
naked, his hard cock leading him, down the corridor to his night of pleasure.

                                                                 FIN